ABADONED WAREHOUSE 9:00PM
"Is she the one?" A male voice sounded, his was astonishingly tall probably at 189cm or so. His black styled hair rhymed with the formal all black he had worn. Before him was a girl, chained to a chair. Her hair was scattered, she had a dispirited look on her face. She bent her head low, the chains were fixed tightly that the fat on her body had bulged out.
"why was she tied like this?" the male voice asked angrily. "She always tried to escape whenever we gave her a slight chance." walking up to her, he raised her face looking into her eyes. She had a bored expression on her face. "Release her! " he commanded. They immediately began removing the chains from her. She didn't budge just staring directly at the man. He squeezed a slight smile on his face before saying " Nice to meet you Lillian."
"Why?" She asked "why did he do this?" she muttered on a very low breath. All though there was a bit of distance, he still heard her clearly. Dragging a chair towards, he sat in front of her studying her face. Her features had changed a lot in a short time, her blonde hair had darkened a lot. The dust on her face could not cover her features one bit, her cheek had sunken, her full lips looked a bit cracked and her light brows plus it seemed as if she had slimmed down a lot compared to before. Even with her predicament, her expression though down casted was top notch. She was a natural, a raw beauty. He smiled to himself as certain thoughts ran through his mind.
"Why did he do it?" she asked again, shaking him from his thoughts. "They told me you refused to eat." his voice low and domineering "why?"
Two of them stared at each other for a while before he stood up. "You are a very special person lilian, one of the rarest in the world. When i saw you at the firm, i knew you had to be mine so i struck a deal which was no way small. You are precious Lilian, so precious to me. So eat up, I'll see you again soon enough."
Lilian watched his back as she went out, rubbing her sore spots. She looked at her red marked skin, her blood felt clogged." Watch her, don't let her escape. Also don't chain her, that's my wife to be. " He scuffed before leaving. As he strode towards a ferrarri like modelled auto mobile, he got a call. The screen lit up, it was his Mom.
"Mother, I've just met her, everything is going as planned." he spoke. "just make sure everything is in order, i'm trying to find out who has the artifact. Once everything is done, we'll be the greatest clan in the annals of history." the voice from the other side of the line said with much enthusiasm. "Yes mother, the greatest clan in history."
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NEW JERSEY 5:50PM
The Sun had began to set, the evening breeze picked up cooling the environment. Mobiles drove home to calm down after a long day. Children crossing streets, teens strolling home. The air was calm and peaceful excepy for Seth. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind in a moment as he slid and rolled. He used his familiarity of space to picture the room and where to move to which was jumbled up in his mind at the moment. "you really are something, young master. Even blind you are able to evade. Very well, i haven't been taking you seriously which i should." Setting his form for his next attack, his both hands before him. He ran over to Seth, waving his right hand to the left before stabbing towards his ear. Seth wedged his arm between his face, holding Hargreeves' elbow to stop the motion with his own right hand. The butler let go of the knife, caught it with his left before stabbing his ribcage on the right. Seth focusing heavily on his hearing, moved both hands to hold back the knife but clearly didn't calculate one thing. Hargreeves' right fist over head, he bashed his wrist into Seth's ear before matching him away. Seth smashed into his bed frame shattering it. He felt light headed as a memory flashed back.
He was standing in the training room. The white tiles, the balcony, the weapon section. His tiny frame stared at the weapons hanged on the wall as high as possible. "Seth may not be good at hand to hands combat but when he holds a weapon...." the past voice of the yellow tooth weapon king sounded. "even i can't measure how dangerous he becomes."
Seth grabbed the shattered splinter of his bed frame, holding it like a sword.
[NEW CLASS OBTAINED: WEAPON MASTER]
[NEW SKILL OBTAINED; KALI ARNIS]
[DESCRIPTION - AND HE STRETCHED FORTH HIS HAND.....]
Hargeeves rushing to stab him while he was down but was slapped twice with a flat side of the wood. He stumbled back, the kitchen knife falling from his hands. Seth stood up slowly, his curly bangs covered his eyes. Hargreeves hastily reached for the knife, but Seth immediately slashed at his head. Blood began flowing from Hargreeves temple, holding the knife up again he took a stance. Seth seemed open and unaware but Hargreeves had watched him train, he knew that wasn't the case. Slowly walking around till he reached the bed, he put his hand on the remaining splinters before flinging it at Seth. Seth slashed at the incoming projectile with the perfect force. He noticed something was wrong, raising his arm to shield his face. Hargreeves slashed him arm, before proceeding to slash crazily like a one year old learning to write. Blood spilled, pain shot up to Seth's brain as he delivered a strike of his own. Both of them jumped backwards with speed before breathing crazily. "I must be getting too old, i can't even kill a blind boy." The butler chuckled loudly but Seth wasn't laughing. The old man had got him good. His blood flowed crazily, the nightpant was drenched with thick dark red blood. He had to end this quickly.
'Very well then' he thought to himself, he broke the splintered stick into two with his knees immediately flinging it. Only when he had shifted his body sideways did Hargreeves note his error but it was late. Seth was kneeling beside him with the other half of the splinter lodged in his right calf. Going with the flow, he seized the knife from Hargreeves who was screaming out in pain before delivering a slash across the tender circumference of his neck.
[TASK COMPLETED]
[DEFEAT OPPONENT AND SURVIVE]
[20 MINS]
Sitting down sloppily to catch his breath, the sound of his rushed breathing was the only sound he could hear in the room. The room was in complete shatters, broken here and there, scattered clothes, figurines littered the ground. Even his desktop system was destroyed. 'Who would have thought old Hargreeves who i was beginning to feel grateful to would try to kill me.' He thought in silence while calming his ruffled breathing. 'I must have run out of luck, cause why would i encounter two near - death issues in less than a month. His mind flashed to the incident before, all of a sudden his mind tensed.' I can't be that unlucky right? ' he questioned in silence.
If only he had eyes to see, he would have noticed that the injuries on Hargreeves were slowly closing up . His eyes snapped open as his sclera turned blood red. Veins tensed up around his eyes as he whooshed out from place. Next thing you know, Seth was flying out from the door before roughly tumbling down the stairs. 'Fuck! ' Was the only thing he could register on his mind before screaming in pain. His former injuries stretched as his blood left a trail down the stairs.
Hargreeves tore his bloodied shirt off his body while picking up his knife. "Aargh, making me turn to this young master, you are irritable till the end.... Your end." his blood red eyes and strained veins around his eyes. He looked like a demon, his weird smile exposed his tiny fangs. Seth tried to break off a rail from the stairs but was sent flying again. 'Too fast!' he bashed his head into a wall. Blood flowed down his head. The old demonic butler appeared before Seth again, holding him up he said "it was a nice ride, young master. Rest now."
PUCHIII!!!.......